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Apartments are disturbing places

Graeme Ing
2 min readJun 24, 2022

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Photo by Mark Stuckey on Unsplash

I’m currently working remotely, alone, in a different state, and living temporarily in an apartment. It’s been almost 25 years since I last lived in an apartment. Boy, it feels strange.

And a little sinister.

On the surface, this is a sleepy city with a known low crime rate and full of really nice people, but my imagination is running amok as I spend day after day in this apartment.

I expected the increased noise level. Everyone needs to run their dishwasher and laundry, and the walls and floors are pretty thin in this, as in most apartment buildings. I hear the occasional TV, but much less than I predicted. Sometimes the neighbors talk loudly. There’s a baby next door, but thankfully it doesn’t cry often. Someone has a dog that barks uselessly. Normal noises. People have to live, and I’ve probably been spoiled by detached house living.

No, it’s the other sounds that stop me in my tracks, send my imagination into overdrive. What on Earth craziness goes on in these places?

There’s the slamming door. Violently slamming door. All the time. You’d wear your arm out constantly banging a door shut like that, so I can only assume they have all their windows open and it’s a through-draft causing the door to slam.

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Graeme Ing
Graeme Ing

Written by Graeme Ing

Chiefly, I write about fascinating things from history. Professional author of fantasy/sci-fi, world traveller, geek and videographer

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